Vampy: REVAMPED! Ch 5 Started

So, as some of you may know... there was a fic on the Rmy Vampires Will Almost Never Hurt You (note the ALMOST in the title)

and if you recognize this, you may also know that I became VERY bad about updating regularly. But with Lis and her new forum, Ive decided to repost 'Vampy' here...

but mind you, im going to do a LOT of editing to 'Vampy' as i repost... so even if you WERE a reader, i would re-read it as i move... for example... the first post im about to put up? Didn't exist in the SLIGHTEST on the Rmy version... its in 1st/2nd person, which was almost NO WHERE in the original and it has a completely different beginning scene.

Basic storyline will remain, but the journey through it will be MUCH different, and hopefully better.

So please enjoy 'Vampy: REVAMPED!'

EDIT IN!: By the Way, I expect this story to be New Mikey (PG-13)... if it starts to go to Ray (R) or Frankie (NC-17), I'll post on that chapter RIGHT before it starts
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Prologue

There's so many of them. So many young, beautiful... willing. However, I don't say this as a compliment. 'Willing' just means ignorance in this case. They either don't know the true me and wish to just have a close encounter, or, if they do indeed know about me and what I am, then they don't comprehend the baggage of my life.

You see, I have been... blessed, if you would call it such, with a new chance at life. I was plucked from the gutters of drug and alcohol dependency and dropped into what some would describe as the perfect life. Don't get me wrong, on the surface it seems a very appealing life: immortality, perfect human physique, an unmatched level of charm and influence on everyday mortals. Be honest with yourself, if you had been offered these gifts, you'd agree to almost anything in order to acquire them.

But what they don't tell you is the dark side. The monstrous means in which to maintain your newly granted powers. Everyone knows of the catch: You must live off of the blood of humans. What persons in this modern world, fascinated with the sensual, seductive image of the vampire, have not been exposed to this creature of the night? We have all heard the stories of such suave characters as Dracula and Lestat.

However, do any of them understand what taking the lifeblood of humans entails? Trying to decide which human life is worth taking in order for you to get by for another few weeks, when you know you'll just have to choose again. And with someone like me, who do I have to choose from? I am not around the sickly, so that perhaps taking their life would be more of a favor to them than to me. No, I am surrounded by young, fresh, healthy lives. Lives full of potential and future. There are hundreds, sometimes thousands around me, but a ruined life is a ruined life.

If you knew you had to end the life of another person and were given the following choices, which would you choose:

A young teen girl, enduring the crush of an immense crowd just to be near you. She sings every word of your own songs back to you at the top of her lungs in the hope that maybe she'll get your attention, even if only for a minute.

Or perhaps the twenty something college guy standing a bit farther in the back. He is a bit less enthusiastic than the girl, but you can see in his eyes that the words you sing into the mike really mean something to him; give him a reason to keep living. You inspired him and gave him strength to get through the toughest times he's seen. And how do you know? He's told you. Just by the look on his face.

Or maybe even the young ones, maybe eight or nine, who came with mama or sissy to see the rocker dudes. You're sure that they've been hearing your voice since the womb and when you peek through the curtains you see them again. Completely exhausted and sleeping in the arms of the person who brought them there. They rocked their little heart out, and you can't help but smile, knowing it was you they came to see. And when you look out, you even wonder how many of them have become so attached to you, that they say 'Looky looky, he's my daddy!'

Now, you try to fucking choose one of the above three to viciously tear into their flesh until you drain them dry, never to see the faces of their family again, or to never breathe the fresh air, feel the warm sun.

I can't either.

Perhaps my emotions will fade with the ages. After all, I am only in my third year. But this thought hardly comforts me. The looming prospect of losing all human emotions... It's horrifying. Not being able to feel love, happiness, remorse, sadness...

Just numb for the rest of eternity.

But, for someone who has been human most of their life, my primal instincts prevent me from just throwing in the towel. Though I am stained with this horrible curse, I really do believe in me and my bands music, and there are things that I still want to say. And as I have said earlier, and I hate to admit: this is my second chance. Though it comes in a highly undesirable form, Anastasia [the one who turned me... as some say 'sired'] has undoubtedly given me the second chance many never get to have. Another chance to spread my thoughts and express myself to any and all willing to listen, instead of wasting it away with a full bottle of Jack.

And when it's all said and done... if I was given the choice of this life or the one I was 'saved' from...

I honestly don't think I could choose. They are both equally miserable and horrible states of existence.

So goes the life of a reluctant vampire.

OMG!!!

This is SO much more intense than the orginal beginning!! I Love this!!

I can't wait to see what you are gunna do with it now that you are re-visiting it!

KUDOS!!! Chels This is BRILLANTE!

...reluctant Vampire...I think that is a Bowie movie.

hahaha

Great opening Chels...I can't wait to see the rest and re-read it all. I love this to pieces totally. XD

And teehee...I edited Lis's post.

Holy crap! That was so powerful.

I can't wait to see what you do to Vampy...

Groundation sucks:[ I can't wait until she gets back!

PUNKIN!!!!!

I miss Chels so hella bad. T_T

I want her to get back NOW!

im BACK!.... sorta... almost... thursday its official.

and im a laaaame-o. no writing.

okay i lied. Some writing... to my new *looOOoove* story

but thats like it. Im the worst author, i know... but it'll come eventually!!

*biiiiig bear hug to all those sisters of sin and the new ones too* missed you guys HELLA!

...and btw... hiiIIiii there *SIR*.... you know who you are.... *kekekeke*

Bout time I know!
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Chapter One: Hungry Like the Wolf

"M-C-R! M-C-R! M-C-R!"

The crowd's roaring chant shook the modest-sized venue, The Pageant. Their patience was wearing thin for the arrival of the headlining band. They had to endure not one, but two opening acts, and were more than psyched for the main event. And even the members of My Chemical Romance, standing prepped and ready to go at their respective stations behind the heavy black curtain of the stage, were anxious to give the crowd what they craved.

That is... all except for one.

Gerard Way, lead vocalist for the rock band, still stood in the small dressing room backstage. He stood leaning on the counter, his wrists upturned so that his fingers clawed tightly to the countertop. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and his heavy breathing, almost panting, echoed in the empty room.

Anyone who may have seen the front-man who was unfamiliar with him may have described the hesitance in the dressing room as stage fright or extreme nervousness. But this was nothing of the sort. This... was different because this was not Gerard at all.

Physically, the appearance of the man standing at the mirror was Gerard Way to perfection. From the black Adidas sneakers he wore, traveling up to the pair of black skinny-jeans he wore both on and off stage. The black tee was the perfect fit between baggy and suffocatingly-tight and a jean jacket topped off the outfit. A small pink dot just below the corner of his right eye was the only blemish on his pale skin. And of course, his hair, under going many changes over the years, was presently a simple and shaggy black that fell just over his amazing hazel eyes.

At least... they were normally hazel.

And it was the eyes that identified the being in front of the mirror as, not Gerard, but instead an awful beast, a monster that had made its permanent home in the singer. For tonight, his eyes looked not hazel, but black. The pupils of his eyes now were almost completely dilated, devouring the beauty of his hazel iris. Adding to the already unsettling look of the black eyes, there was a faint ring of red around the black orbs.

His thirst was upon him again, and this time, there would be no calming it. No matter how much the human part of Gerard fought, it was weak in comparison to the strength of the vampire within. There would be a hunt tonight. There would be a feeding of the beast. It just had to wait an hour or so longer through the show.

Lost in the battle inside himself, Gerard didn't even jump, didn't even move when his band's manager, Brian, burst through the door. "G?! Come on now, can't you hear the crowd?! What's the matter?!" A sudden thought popped into his head, "It's not... what I think it is, is it?" He asked warily, taking a nervous step back through the doorway. "If you don't think you can do the show..."

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tight and let his head fall, shaking his head a bit to try and regain focus on the show and what he was going to have to get through. Brian knew about his... condition, as did the rest of the band. But luckily, he was still the only one who had any kind of handle on it; even the calendar-nazi Brian hadn't thought to keep track of the days he'd fed. So by the time the month had passed, they hadn't realized how long it'd been. "Nah..." Gerard croaked, his human side slowly regaining control. He looked up in the mirror again, seeing the red circles had gone and his pupils had shrunk down a bit. Not to normal size, but at least enough to where it didn't look suspicious. He cleared his throat and continued, "I-I'm alright Bri... Just tryin' to psych up a bit for the show." He turned and looked to Brian, a small half smile painted on his face. He stood straight and did one last prep in the mirror and turned his entire body toward the door. He clapped once loudly and rubbed his hands together and Brian could see a hint of what seemed to be "Stage Gerard" in the performer. "I hope those little piggies are ready..." Gerard almost growled, "Because I sure as hell am!" 'Yes... the big bad Wolf has been starved for too long...'

Brian reached a hand out to him and waved him out the door, "I don't think I have to mention that those kids are damn near bustin' at the seams waitin' on you." He walked behind Gerard, as if too keep him from turning back as they headed to the stage. Brian stopped at the edge of the stage and stood out of sight as Gerard continued on to take his place front and center.

"'Bout time, bro. You alright?" Mikey Way, his younger brother and bassist of the band, asked from behind.

"Yea, we were almost startin' to think you ditched," Ray Toro, the lead guitarist, added.

"Or something else had happened," Frank, rhythm guitar, said ominously.

Gerard waved a hand to his friends over his shoulder and took the mic off the stand, holding it down and away from his mouth, "You know me fellas... Gotta be in the right state of mind..." He turned around to look at them with his wide and mischievous "crazy eyes". He then turned back to face the black curtain and brought the microphone back up to his mouth, putting one hand up to rest on the stand, "MY... aren't we worked up this evening..." He teased the crowd.

The crowd replied with a deafening roar, recognizing the voice that boomed around them.

"My goodness, is that all the louder you can be? That little purr? Come on, if you're gonna roar then I want a ROAR!" Suddenly, Gerard popped through the split in the curtain and raised one arm above his head, "LET ME HEAR IT!" and he shot his other arm up to join the first.

The screams, yells, hoots, and hollers that followed was loud enough that he could feel the vibrations in his very being. Or perhaps that was the beast, purring at the thought of all those faces... all those bodies that wanted to give themselves to it. Gerard's eyes lit up at seeing the crowd staring back up at him, and he brought his hands back down with an almost smug grin on his face, "Now that was muuuch better... I believe we can play for you now..." And the curtain opened slowly behind him.

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At the end of the show when the curtain closed for the night, the beast would wait no longer. The crowd had nearly shaken the small building with their roars of praise. And now, as Gerard ran off the stage and out through a back door, he could only interpret those as cries of volunteers. 'You know every single one of them would want to give in to you... Tonight you shouldn't have to try very hard at all...

He was hit with a burst of the cool night air as he busted through the back door. He quickly caught himself and slunk back against the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed. Knowing his Vampire Eyes, or as he called it "blood vision" (on account of the fact that he could see the beating of hearts and the heat of living blood when the beast had taken over) had returned, he pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket and slipped them on. Even in the dark, he didn't want to take any risks. This would be as quick and quiet as possible. No muss, no fuss. That was how he liked it.

During the concert he had hinted that they may stay and do autographs, hoping to get a majority of the crowd to be waiting out by the bus or perhaps the merch table. And from where he stood, he could just barely see the bus parked by the side of the building, and the throngs of fans waiting excitedly outside. His plan seemed to have worked. He knew that everyone wouldn't be waiting... but most would. Leaving a select few left to walk alone to go back home.

The perfect candidates.

* * * * *

Cris was floating on a cloud as she walked, almost danced back to her car. This wasn't her first My Chem show, but it was probably one of, if not the best she'd seen. And it was true, she hadn't found the band until their latest release, The Black Parade, but she, unlike most new fans, searched deeper and fell in love with almost all of their work. And besides, it had been over a year since the record release, so she felt she had spent her "rookie" time and considered herself a "true" fan.

She almost waited out by the bus to maybe get an autograph, but at seeing all the people already crowding, she'd figure she'd give the guys one less person to worry about. Seeing them on that stage in the same building as she was was good enough for her.

Cris hummed as she went, her car being a bit of a walk from the venue. She'd chosen a parking lot of another business behind The Pageant, trying to prevent being stuck in traffic. Though now, it seemed almost unnecessary. She walked down the opposite side of the building of the bus, and as she passed by the end of the wall, something caught her eye.

It was a person. Just leaning against the back wall of The Pageant with their arms crossed. It didn't take long for Cris to figure out who the person was, and she nearly squealed right there. Though the shades were an addition to his outfit, the man was a picture perfect image of the Gerard Way she'd seen within the last half-hour singing his heart out on stage. She looked around, making sure no one would see and follow her, then cautiously changed her path to the singer standing in the shadows.

Once she was within range, she asked in a hushed voice, "G-Gerard?... Gerard Way?"

He smiled a bit and stood up from the wall, "Ya found me... And your name is...?"

Cris was fighting to keep control and not scream or melt at his gorgeous smile, "M-My name? Cristine Wilder, b-but I'm just 'Cris' t-to my friends."

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Gerard examined his prey. She stood just a bit shorter than himself, probably around 5'7''. Long, wavy, blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and framed her roundish face. It was a natural, dirty blonde and not the bright, bottle blonde that had become so popular. She also had bright green eyes that danced in anticipation of his continuance of the conversation. Shame he would be the last to ever see her.

"Well Cris, I take it you were inside then?" He asked, thumbing over his shoulder to the stage door he had come out of.

"Oh hell yea, and you guys were amazing as always!"

Gerard's smile turned to a wide grin, "Well thank you, glad you liked it—"

"Loved it!" Cris interjected with a squeak. As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes grew wide and her face paled, mortified.

Gerard just smirked, "Loved it, excuse me... So why aren't you over waiting by the bus?"

"W-Well I... I didn't want to add to the already insane crowd. I was content just with seeing you guys play again! So I figured that if no one else was gonna leave you alone, then I at least should."

"How very considerate of you." And he flashed her another one of his charming smiles.

Cris blushed, "Th-Thanks... but anyway, you aren't over there... You're here not two feet away talking to me!"

"I guess this is your reward then." The tiny speck of Gerard that was still his human side tried to scream at Cris to run far and fast as she could away. But the beast held him down easy and just grew ever more impatient. It couldn't wait any longer through this small talk. It was time to feed. She got her reward, now you get yours.

(by the way, really random... but this is my 69th Post!)

I bet you do-oo! Pretty sure everyone does

but YES! I still give you chills, I still got game! *celebratory dance*

Hope everyone else notices i finally put a post up though

oh Zoooomb... eyeliner.... even Just A Man *wink*.... where aaaaare yoooou?

...Even reading this now, knowing what will happen, is still making my stomach churn. poor Cris...

But also knowing what happens later, not so poor Cris.

Oh *do* you know what happens with Cris, Eyeliner? Hmmm?? how do you know thats not another thing I edited out?

...*pfft* besides the fact its like, a major plot point and i think i use Cris as 'my voice' in this story...

so yea, just teasing you . But still poor Cris... because even the part coming up is gonna be a bit different than the first...